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There is a moment of silence, and then he speaks again. “You should talk to Dad about getting serious about your choices.”
I yank open my luggage case and remove some clothes. "And maybe you should mind your own damn business."
I end the call not in the mood for any more nagging from my family.
I don't want his help - or anyone else's. Not right now.
Dane sends me a text with the link to the website. I pull up the pictures of me and groan. Damn it! I'm on the balcony with two barely dressed women draped over me.
What will Cassidy think when she sees these pictures? Will she be disgusted?
I toss my phone on the bed and get dressed for the day. The smell of bacon, coffee, and eggs drifts down the hall and into my bedroom. I pace my bedroom. I need to do some damage control. My parents and I aren't close, but I don't want to ruin their businesses.
I sit on the bed and rake my hand through my hair. I take a deep breath and call my father.
"Hello, Dad."
He grunts in response.
"I'm going to handle it. I have a man that can take care of this."
"Is that so?"
"Yes," I say, looking out the window at the white sandy beach. The morning lights glint off the waves. "I don't use him often, but Dane says this isn't good for business."
He sighs. "I pride myself on running a successful family company. It is hard to promote that when your youngest son lives a life of debauchery."
I fight back a rude comment. "Dad, you and I have different views of what debauchery is. I'm not taking advantage of anyone. I make it very clear what I want from them, and in return--"
"Please, spare me the details of your life and poor choices. Your mother and I have already heard too much."
I clench my jaw. "My business is a success. I've built myself up and helped many people with my investment company. Antonio is one of the many people who has benefitted from my company."
He grunts. "Get your personal life together. And get rid of those photos!"
The line disconnects.
I grip my phone and take several deep breaths. Anger clouds reason.
After talking to my PR guy for fifteen minutes, I head to breakfast, confident that he will handle the situation.
As I walk down the hall, one of the bedroom doors opens. Cassidy is standing in her bedroom doorway wearing a pink tank top and denim shorts. Long, lean legs, perky breasts, long silk hair falling over her shoulders, and wide eyes rimmed with dark lashes--Cassidy is the perfect woman. I try to keep my eyes on her face instead of her banging body.
"Did you sleep well, Evan?" she asks sarcastically.
I frown. "Ivan."
She shrugs. "How do I know that's your real name? Ivan could be fake." She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts forward.
I step closer. "You want to see my ID? It's in my wallet on my bed." I wink at her. "I'll show you."
She rolls her eyes. "Whatever."
"Honey, let's move past the Evan thing."
She shrugs her delicate shoulders. "Did you have fun last night after I left?"
"Well--"
